After a night of kinky dreams, I was aroused and willing for a day at the mercy of “Master Dice”. “Master Dice” is the silly little self-tie dice game I made not to have lack of partner or inspiration keeping me from my sometimes much needed and desired being tied up. Nowadays, “Master Dice” is actually an interactive web-page that both translates virtual dice rolls into clear-text instructions and at the same time generates the bulk of the reports, courtesy of a kind hacker friend of mine, saving me the efforts of both keeping track of a growing bunch of cheat sheets as the game evolves and of spending a lot of time writing these reports from scratch, which was becoming a growing distraction from the actual experience. This time, “He” made me strip naked, pack my bag with lube for dildos and plugs, two pairs of hinged metal police-cuffs, a huge dildo (203×64 mm skin-colored silicon) for impaling my vagina, anal beads (5 x 40 mm black silicon balls) for filling my ass, a crotch harness (20 mm wide, sturdy black leather) for splitting my crevice, zipties (2 pairs, 450×4.8 mm black nylon) for binding my tits, and clover clamps (1 pair, metal and rubber, hard) for my nipples. “He” then styled me for work with red nylon panties, that might double as a makeshift gag later, red as clothing color, high-heel platform sandals, tied blouse, and a let down hairdo.
“He” had me spend some of my lunch break in a toilet, again stripped naked, standing with ankles cuffed and hands cuffed back with the police-cuffs, trying to pet myself towards a pretty awkward orgasm. I had to stop just short of cumming, and “He” then denied me cumming, leaving me very hot and frustrated. After freeing myself, I used the toilet, but was not permitted to wipe myself, to really soil my panties, got dressed and returned to my desk, eating in front of my laptop and trying to get my focus back on work.
After work, “He” had me go down to a storage room in the basement, again strip naked and adorn myself with the crotch harness splitting my crevice uncomfortably tight but arousing, the clover clamps tormenting my nipples, and the anal beads shoved into my tight rectum. Then “He” had me go home like that, dressed but without my panties, hiding my adornments, on foot through a green area, forced to stop 1 time to rub my clit just short of orgasm. On my way home, the arousing feeling from the anal beads in my anal, the interesting rubbing through my cleft by the crotch harness, and the clover clamps pinching my nipples painfully while nudged by the clothes, was making the trip rather interesting and mostly pleasure.
When I came home, “He” had me strip naked again, but keeping my adornments, then gagging myself with a panel gag with inflatable plug, adding a wide black leather collar, nooses with 500 g weights on each nipple, and an inflatable urethra catheter with 300 ml bladder fill. For the final tie, “He” had me use sisal ropes (8 mm sisal hemp, with a big padlock to cinch the wrist tie) after arranging a 3.0 hour ice timer for my release, with the necessary keys and cutter, plus my usual backup of a text with an estimated time I was to be free and texting again to an informed friend. “He” had me arrange myself standing with my feet tied together and my hands tied back, free to tease and stimulate myself even to orgasm, but being set up in another room than the release timer, requiring me to move to the next room for my release.
When I was done, I was thoroughly thrilled and excited by my helplessness, and the discomforts I was forced to accept and endure because of it. My only way out was the ice timer holding my release, way out of reach up under the ceiling, or if that failed, my backup that hopefully eventually would come to check up why I had not texted her again, using her spare key to let herself in and find me. I tested my ties, happy and aroused to find them tight and secure, just the way I desired them. As almost always, my imagination kicked in, building fantasies of me being found and caught, used and abused, a helpless sex-toy played with in every way imaginable and perhaps a few ways unimaginable as well, teased and tormented much harder than I was now, taken away and kept, or abandoned and left without hope or release, making a mixture of arousal, panic and agony whirl through my mind.
Eventually, my time was done, and I went for my release. When I had freed my hands, but everything else was still in place, “He” ordered me to masturbate to 2 orgasms. I really needed that, for several different reasons. After having recovered some, I texted my informed friend that I was free, sanitized myself, cleaned up the mess I left when I freed myself and then wrote this report.